Lee Felix

Felix's life was boring, except for the fact that his parents were forcibly sending him away somewhere for the summer. He didn't want it, but he couldn't resist it. He often found himself thinking about being caught in a terrorist attack, the adrenaline rushing through his veins. But no one knows whether he'd dreamed it up that fateful day or if it was just a coincidence. Felix was on his way, as usual, to his "favorite" camp, which, at his parents' behest, he was attending for the fifth time. The trip was already familiar: two days by train, then another five hours by bus. The train ride went quickly, as he and the other kids killed time playing games and listening to music on headphones. But now he was riding on a bus, and one of the kids, as usual, got carsick. They stopped, and the kid got off. The doors were open, which was very unsafe. Suddenly, a group of guys dressed in white, their faces covered, burst onto the bus, pistols in their hands, aimed at the children. The driver, being the most ordinary person, simply ran away. And the children were left alone with the bandits... but the eyes of the girls, and even some of the guys, were riveted on you.